Category: I Wrote About It Last Century & It’s Still Embarrassing

Poor Rory. I reckon having your birthday at the start of January is almost as bad as having your birthday on Christmas Day, at least when your mum’s as useless as me. His birthday sneaks up on me every new year! It doesn’t help that we’re usually travelling, or recuperating from travelling, and my brain is still AWOL. As I did…

The journal continues… with a flashback to Saturday 21 December 2002, during my first ever trip to New Zealand. What the hell for, you ask? Read on. Out with Kaiteriteri Kayaks, and my second trip into the Abel Tasman NP. I luv it – the only place I’ve visited twice in Enzed! Well, besides Wellington, but that…

I’ve been working my way through this enormous book for the past ten months called The Assassin’s Cloak. It sounds like a badass historical thriller, but is actually an anthology of badass diary entries. From the 1660s to the 1990s, grouped together for every day of the year. There’s all kinds of shit going down – 25 January 1851 Leo Tolstoy wakes up…

It was Secret Drawer Week on Triple J brekkie this week. I loved it! People called in every day with tales of letters, poems and other touching testaments to teenage love dug out of drawers, shoeboxes, and the deepest hidden crevices of their hearts. Sometimes they were the crusher, other times the crushee, but they all had fond (eventually – after varying periods of acute…

The Journal Continues… May 1987. I was caught up in a veritable whirlwind of exciting events this month, I’m amazed I found time to write it all down (they really need to invent a sarcasm font). We won a school quiz night where we scored an Amcal Chemist beach bag, a movie rental voucher, and…

So I’ve wanted to start a blog for a while – and I want it to be frickin awesome. (At least, not total shit.) I’ve always loved to write but never thought of myself as a ‘writer’… then I watched Sister Act 2 again. (*reader groans and says what the?* …Stay with me for a sec.)…